Cultivation: I Have a Skill Level Panel

"Silver Moon Water Dragon’s Chant!"

In the void, Zhao Huaiyin instantly drew upon a thousand-zhang radius, transforming it into a boundless, surging tidal current.

The vast current surged in an instant, roiling and churning like an endless tide. Then, the majestic flow of True Yuan coalesced into a water dragon hundreds of zhang long, tearing through the layers of space.

It lunged ferociously, sinking its fangs into the giant Flame Fist descending from above like a meteor!

BOOM!

The mighty True Yuan water dragon collided with the meteor-like Flame Fist. In that instant, a world-shaking explosion erupted in the void, unleashing a blinding light that illuminated everything.

A deafening roar echoed between heaven and earth.

The surrounding space rippled violently, like a massive boulder crashing into a calm lake.

The resulting True Yuan tempest swept out in all directions with overwhelming force. In the face of the terrifying shockwave, the towering ancient trees all around were effortlessly shattered and splintered.

A several-hundred-zhang area of the island collapsed as if struck by an earthquake. A web of fissures, like writhing dragons, snaked across the land, tearing the ground asunder.

Then,

the mighty True Yuan water dragon and the meteoric Flame Fist intertwined in the void, before both gradually annihilated each other.

"Oh? You took a Blood Explosion Flame Pill!"

"But if you think that’s enough to defeat me, you’re gravely mistaken!"

The moment the words fell,

an aura as deep as the abyss erupted from within Gu Yuan. A tyrannical pressure surged outward like a flood, and a stunning pillar of purple flame shot toward the heavens.

Then,

his vast, purple-flamed True Yuan converged. He threw a punch that tore through the air, its overwhelming power wreathed in terrifying purple flames that seemed to burn space itself to cinders.

Then,

his figure blurred, leaving a trail of afterimages as if he had teleported. He brought the volcanic Flame Fist, which incinerated the very air, crashing down on Zhao Huaiyin below!

A bloody light flashed in Zhao Huaiyin’s eyes, an incisive gleam erupting with a sharpness that could have split the heavens.

He raised a hand and clenched his fingers into a fist. The vast, watery True Yuan around him surged, condensing into a Water Fist so powerful it seemed to shatter space itself. He violently threw the punch at Gu Yuan.

BOOM!

The immense Water Fist collided with the space-searing purple Flame Fist. The terrifying force that radiated from the impact instantly caused the ground to collapse and sink, while shockwaves of True Yuan swept out in all directions.

From a distance, it looked like a dance of pale blue light and raging purple flames.

The next moment,

the two men shot into the void. Their figures flickered and clashed, again and again. The powerful purple flames seemed to burn through everything, repeatedly piercing and scorching Zhao Huaiyin.

Despite this, Zhao Huaiyin gritted his teeth against the searing pain, using his True Yuan to neutralize the flames time and again. But in the end, the purple fire burned through. He was now covered in injuries, his movements and reactions a fraction slower than before.

In a flash, Gu Yuan seized the opening. He clenched his fist and unleashed a punch of immense power. Like a blazing sun, his fist burned through the air and slammed violently into Zhao Huaiyin’s chest!

"BANG!"

Zhao Huaiyin felt a torrential power surge into his chest, and he was sent hurtling toward the ground like a cannonball.

But Gu Yuan had no intention of letting him go. With an icy expression, he raised a hand and condensed a Flaming Spear from the void—one that could pierce and incinerate space itself.

He hurled it with terrifying momentum. The Purple Flame Spear streaked through the air like a meteor, burning through the layers of the void as it shot toward the falling Zhao Huaiyin!

"BAM!"

Just as Zhao Huaiyin slammed into the ground, the meteor-like Purple Flame Spear tore through incinerated space and plunged straight into his chest, brutally pinning him to the earth!

Having suffered such a devastating blow, Zhao Huaiyin lost the last wisp of his life. He died, his body filled with a profound unwillingness.

Gu Yuan hovered in the void, hands clasped behind his back, his robes stirring in a nonexistent wind. He gazed impassively at the lifeless body of Zhao Huaiyin below.

...

Gu Yun arrived at an island in the Purple Bright Sea Region. He flew at a steady pace above a small town paved with bluestone slabs.

The houses were spaced far apart from one another. As Gu Yun passed overhead, some of the mortals who had yet to begin their Cultivation and even some Low Tier Cultivators in the Spiritual Martial Realm cried out, calling him "Immortal" with deep reverence.

Gu Yun descended, and soon a portly, middle-aged man in a silk shirt came forward to greet him. He respectfully cupped his fist and said, "Greetings, Immortal Lord. My name is Wang Deyong. To what do we owe the honor of your visit, Immortal Lord?"

Gu Yun saw that the man was merely a Spiritual Martial Eighth Layer Cultivator. He listened, then asked in a low voice, "Have you heard of a Sea Beast Demon Fiend?"

Wang Deyong’s body shook upon hearing this. His eyes turned red, and he said to Gu Yun with a tremor in his voice, "The Sea Beast Demon Fiend... Immortal Lord, I do know a little about it."

"This Sea Beast Demon Fiend is a monster with a Flood Dragon-headed Human Body. It’s incredibly fearsome, devours human flesh, and kills without mercy!"

"It is said that islands like Shuangshi Island, Fuzetian Island, and Sea Star Island have all been completely massacred by this Demon Fiend!"

Gu Yun’s brow furrowed slightly upon hearing this. He then asked, "Do you know where the Demon Fiend might appear next?"

Wang Deyong quickly shook his head and said, "Immortal Lord, I’m afraid I don’t know that."

"However, it is said that this Demon Fiend usually goes to islands with large populations and where the overall strength of the Cultivators is not high."

Gu Yun offered his thanks to Wang Deyong. "Many thanks."

"BOOM!"

The sound of a Spiritual Qi explosion echoed from nearby. Buildings collapsed, and amidst the destruction, the faint roars of mortals and Low Tier Cultivators could be heard.

Wang Deyong’s expression changed drastically. He exclaimed, "It’s sea bandits!"

"Immortal Lord, I must take my leave!"

He then executed a Body Technique, speeding toward the sound of the Spiritual Qi explosion.

"Kill them! Protect our Spirit Wind Island!"

"We’ll fight them to the death!"

A young Spiritual Martial Sixth Layer Cultivator from the island roared, brandishing a Longsword and charging toward dozens of sea bandits.

The sharp gleam of his blade whistled through the air. He beheaded one of the sea bandits in a spray of blood, some of which splattered across his face.

Then he moved on to the next one.

"CLANG!"

His Longsword met a sea bandit’s iron saber with the sharp clang of steel on steel.

Suddenly,

the young Cultivator froze as if struck by lightning, his eyes bulging as he violently coughed up blood.

A sea bandit with a savage grin had snuck up from behind and plunged a saber into his back.

The bandit pulled the long saber out. It was coated in blood, which dripped from the tip, one drop at a time.

With a look of hatred and unwillingness, the young man collapsed.

The middle-aged sea bandit who had been fighting the young man licked a trace of blood from his lips and grinned. "Good job, Zhao the Third!"

Seeing dozens of sea bandits slaughtering the townspeople, Wang Deyong’s eyes turned bloodshot. "All of you, die!" he roared, unleashing the full power of his Spiritual Martial Eighth Layer cultivation.

His fingers flew through a series of hand seals, and dozens of energy bodies formed from Spiritual Qi shot toward the sea bandits!

Suddenly,

an even mightier flash of a blade whistled through the air, shattering the energy bodies and continuing on toward Wang Deyong!

Wang Deyong’s pupils constricted. He immediately executed a Body Technique, shifting several zhang to the right and narrowly dodging the Sword Qi attack.

"You’re not so tough, Wang Deyong! Hahaha!" a scarred, brutish man laughed, his long saber dripping with blood.

Wang Deyong gritted his teeth, his portly face a mask of hatred and shock. "Spiritual Martial Ninth Layer!!"

Gu Yun approached from a distance, his eyes taking in the scene of utter devastation. Dozens of sea bandits were stabbing defenseless mortals with swords and sabers, splattering blood across the ground.

The scarred man glanced in Gu Yun’s direction and saw a handsome young man in a white Profound Robe approaching. When he sensed the young man’s aura—as deep as an abyss, as vast as the ocean—the scarred man’s face contorted. His pupils shrank to pinpricks as a profound sense of dread and fear washed over him.

Then, the figure in the white robe ahead of him suddenly vanished.

The next instant, his head flew from his shoulders. The last thing his bulging eyes saw was a flash of light from a blade, as brilliant as fresh snow.

In the blink of an eye, all the sea bandits were cut down by a single, impossibly sharp flash of a blade. Heads rolled, and blood fountained.

The sun set, casting its brilliant afterglow upon the ground.

Gu Yun stood there, silent.

He simply tore a strip of cloth from a nearby corpse and quietly wiped his blood-soaked long blade clean.

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